A few steps on he found a door that seemed to harbor the weeping. Curious and thankful to have found something Mick opened the door. The room was surprisingly bright, and in the middle of it sat a young girl, no more than 12 at the most, head in her hands. Overcome with a sense of concern for her, Mick was about to approach her when a cruel, male voice caught his attention.
“Quit yer fuckin’ bellyaching’ you little bitch. You keep cryin’ like that and yer mom’s gonna ask questions. Then I gots to beat the both of ya. You want that?”
The girl and Mick’s eyes turned toward the voice, bellowing out of a tomato of a man, red-faced and sweaty from exertion.
“Dunno what yer cryin’ ‘bout anyway. Yer actually good at that. Usin’ them three holes ya got is all a girls good for in this world, and you got some talent girl. That should make ya happy.”
Feeling sick to his stomach Mick looked back at the girl and felt his breath catch. Though the years were peeled back and she lacked the stony exterior he was so familiar with, this was Julie, open and exposed like he’d never seen. She looked lost, scared, unsure, but then he saw a change in her eyes. She wiped away the tears and stood up. When the barrel of a man walked over to her, Mick saw her suppress a shiver, but she didn’t flinch when the man touched her.
“Yeah, girl. That’s better. I know ya liked it. No shame in doing what nature made ya for.”
Mick launched himself at the bastard with every intent of pummeling the man to the ground, but instead found himself on the other side of the room, seeming to have passed right through the letch’s body. He looked back and saw a familiar attitude possess Julie’s body.
“You’re right Uncle Joe. I’m glad you were my first.”
That seemed to satisfy the man, who turned and left the room. Looking at Julie now, Mick would have assumed she was a sassy, hardened kid who left childish things behind long ago. Right up to the point where she threw up and collapsed in tears again.
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